I was relaxed too.I put my hand on hers and she didn’t react. ” What are you doing, Kritesh?” She spoke without resisting.“Shhh…. Let’s no... ruin this, Reetu! I told you, I would make your birthday special.” I spoke, without looking towards her.“How would you make it special, Kritesh?” She whispered.“Shhh….” remained silent.I slightly raised the volume of the song that was playing. It was ‘Birthday Sex’ by Jeremih. My hand was still on hers. Her eyes were closed now. I put the other hand on her. I could tell she was very aroused and a bit frightened."What's up?" I asked.A bit glassy-eyed and fondling herself openly, she explained that a campus security car had circled the parking lot twice. She didn't know if the officers could see her or not in the gathering twilight, but she'd grabbed one of my textbooks anyway, hunched down low, and pretended read. They made a slow pass by our car but likely decided she was just a tired student wearing an off-the-shoulder tube-top. If they'd only. She closed her eyes and was enjoying it. Slowly i moved my hands inside her panty. I could feel as ass crack. Then suddenly soor bell rang. It was her son. We had to finish the massage there and i was very sad. I returned home and mastrubated thinking about her.One day her husband and son went to calicut for an examination. They planned to return that day itself but unfortunately there was a strike at calicut and they had to stay there. Aunty asked my mom to sent me to her house at night as she. .. Well lets just say I wasn't going to do THAT to MY little sister, and leave it at that. But there were a few tips and things I found useful. I already knew that Sandy had gotten a little excited when I was waving that ridding crop around, so I started issuing spankings when called for.As an example, about a week into Sandy's servitude, she started slipping and calling my by name instead of calling me Master. Now while I didn't really care about the Master/Slave thing, Sandy had insisted, and.